Tuesday, June 13, 2006

Heather Mills McCarthney.

I'm not a big fan of Heather, Paul McCarthney's second wife, she has always struck me as a rather cold individual. I could of course be completely wrong, but that is just my impression of her. But regardless, I think the tabloid vilification of her and the vicious caustic gleeful way they have gone after her since her split with McCarthney is absolutely disgusting.The Sun-a piece of slime at the best of times- are reallying doing a hatchet job on her, calling her Lady Mucca, printing old photos of her in what they delightedly call porn shots- despite the fact that most of the photos published are less offensive than their own page three 'honeys'. The are running a banner on their website proporting to show her 'X Rated videos.'The news of the World ran a front page article that alleged she was a former prostitute and had toe-curlingly lurid descriptions of what she is alleged to have gotten up to.It has been a long while since I witnessed such a ballyhoo, the last time the tabloids got this frenzied it was over Princess Diana, another woman they mocked endlessly until her sudden and tragic death turned her into a saint. But so what? So what if Heather Mills McCarthney was a soft porn star, so what if she was a porstitute? Is she not entitled to a past the same as the rest of us? Is she a moral guardian and as such deserves out sneering ire when we see her clay feet? What has she done that is so terrible that makes these tabloids so vindictive and almost personal in their attacks. So she married a Beatle, she supports animal rights, she had a little girl, so she's not the most bubbly cheery person in the world, does that give us the right to tear her to pieces? What is with the double standard here?Magazines like Maxim and FHM glorify sleazy behaviour and dubious sexual practices, Big Brother sleaze TV, and you couldn't throw a rock in Westmininster without hitting a politicion busily stuffing skeletons back in the closet. People like Hugh Hefner are regarded as loveable old rogues, and footballers are almost expected to be involved in some kind of scandal or other, (dogging roasting cottaging, you pick).People do things during their lives that they regret-or not as the case might be- the difference is they are allowed to get on with their life. Going back twenty years to drag up something that has no bearing in this day and age is a slimy scummy thing to do. I don't buy tabloids and I don't read them, I had to dip into their websites to see for myself was the holier-than-thou attack as bad as I'd heard. I love a bit of gossip, I really do, but to viciously smear someone simply becasue you can reeks of bullying.

13 Comments:

Heather Mills has always been viewed with a certain amount of suspicion ever since she got together with Paul McCartney. I think alot of people viewed her as a bit of a gold digger. Even though I've never warmed to her I'm glad to see that she is going to take legal action over newspaper claims that she worked as a prostitute in her 20s.

Anna Nicole Smith, now that's a gold digger Miss Betty. And everyone bleating on about poor Paul- the multi million pound hard nosed business man. Yikes, the poor dear my arse. I'll never forgive him for the frog song. NEVER!

Kim, I see you ignorance and raise you two more baffling terms. I don't even know what dogging and cottaging are, far less roasting. I may have been out of the country for too long.

You're right, of course, fmc. It's repugnant when the tabloids crucify somebody like this. The British tabloid press are the worst, most salacious and merciless bunch in the world. Can anyone say Schadenfreude?

Hi Kim, roasting is where any number of guy are with a girl. They 'share' her-very commom with younger soccer stars. Sam, it's typical of the British press, they love nothing more than to build a person up and then knock them down, but this time I think they've stepped WAY over the mark. It is the sheer delight they take in ripping the heart of of the situation that makes it repugnant to watch.

I'm always amazed at the sheer quantity and market penetration of tabloids in the UK.Here there are only a handful, and even fewer that court plausibility. Alien babies and monsters and psychics, for the most part.There are a few celebrity scandal rags, too, but I don't know as anyone takes them seriously anymore.

'Roasting' -one girl with a guy in the mouth and one in the rear (either entrance) like a spit-roast.Frankly I don't want to see another man while I'm getting busy but people seem to like. i suppose you could high-five each other and shout Bring it ooooon! or even 'giggedy giggedy goo'

I also question all the so calledtruth by the media. Was Paul whiter than white during his earlier life ? No one has published all his mistakes so leave Heather alone and let her get on with her life. She has done lots of good in her life long before she met Paul so give her a break. The Scot

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